It was days of growing increasingly proddy, being more particular than usual about eating, and demanding to be scrubbed and oiled until D'tius could hardly hold brush and cloth, but Cliraffeth was clearly glowing as sunset rolled across Semaca on a fine evening of winter's first dawning. It was time. Lurching to his feet, Cliraffeth looked behind him, fixing his whirling eyes on his bonded. D'tius, exhausted from sharing his growing lust and seeing to his every need, had retired to an early and unceremonious sleep at his small table, cheek smushed against its surface, mumbling in his bleary state.
Seeing no need to wake him, Cliraffeth dove from his ledge into an elegant midair arc. Not a moment was to be spared for blooding; he was a strong garnet, and he would rely on that strength here. I call for nothing less than Semaca's finest to join me, Cliraffeth bugled, flying high and fast, though he was more a dragon for stamina than speed. Come, let us see who might be capable of impressing me. It would be most unwise to allow such an opportunity to be squandered, for I will not be kept waiting.